Oh! would he deign on me to smile,
All my wo it would beguile;
Blest indeed the days of mine,
When passed with such a Valentine.
Sweet youth, be mine, thy charms divine
Subdue my stubborn heart;
At Hymen’s shrine, oh! call me thine,
And never, never part.
Let sordid mortals search for wealth,—
This never shall be my employ;
Give me but competence and health,
I envy not their short-lived joy.
Yet this one hope I keep in view,
If there is bliss for me in store;
Oh! may I be but blessed with you,
I will not ask or wish for more.
Art thou not dear unto my heart?
Oh, search that heart and see,
And from my bosom tear the part
That beats not true to thee.
Yes, to that bosom thou art dear,
More dear than words can tell:
And if a fault be cherished there,
’Tis loving thee too well.
Long may our hearts united prove
The nuptial joys of faithful love;
And may your love return to me
As constant as my love for thee.
A heart that boasts a tender flame,
Sincere and constant too;
